Zepar enjoyed a balance of 19,900 shanix, at the present time.
"I've always wanted to meet a Knight of Cybertron," Thrift muses. "Some people say they've seen them, out on the Verge, but personally I've never seen anything but dead space out there, apart from the odd lovecraftian horror and foreboding alien obelisk, perhaps."
The hab-suites were all free of nefarious devices.
Other patrons were staring out the viewport at the planet along with the minicons, murmuring speculations on the glowing patterns adorning its landmasses.
"Sheesh," Halfrunner sighs, walking up behind the siblings. "I take a little stasis nap and we're already back to adventuring..."
Hun-Gurr falls to its hands and knees as it is peppered by bullets and plasma rounds. Nearby, Twinstrike's dual heads snarl as it leaps off its table, attacking Brainpan.
From behind Wildsong, Windrazor shrieks as it swoops at the Autobot, its talons outstretched; it sought to dig them into its new prey.